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After this conversation with Orpheus, Steve figured it was only a matter of time before he'd have a chance to actually tell people. And so it's only a few days later when he's in another TV studio, getting ready to go on camera.

The big difference is that for the first time, Orpheus is with him. It's hard to keep his eyes off him, and the makeup artist has to remind him once or twice, "Chin up, please, Captain."

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"I've mentioned I don't like battering my way in, right?" Steve whispers and pushes his fingers into Orpheus.

"It's not battering. Use all the lube you want, I just don't need a lot of stretching," he mutters.

Steve twists his fingers. "How about how this feels?"

Orpheus groans. "It's...it's good."

"Yeah?" Steve thrusts his fingers slowly. "And this? Should I keep doing this?"

He nips Steve's shoulder. "I'd rather have your cock..."

"You'll get it," Steve promises with another twist of his fingers.

"Fucking tease," Orpheus chides with a groan.

Steve gives Orpheus one final twist and pulls out his fingers. He grasps Orpheus's hips with both hands to lift him up, and then drives into him.

Orpheus lets out a low cry, head falling back. "Gods," he groans.

Steve raises and lowers Orpheus slowly, his gaze fixed on Orpheus's face.

Orpheus clings to his shoulders, biting his lip.

Steve wraps an arm around him and holds his head so he can kiss his mouth.

Orpheus kisses him deeply, fingers tangling in Steve's hair.

Steve moans into the kiss, clasping Orpheus more tightly to him.

Orpheus pulls back slightly, forehead pressed against Steve's. "You...you said as hard as you can..."

Steve groans and kneels up. He buries his face in Orpheus's neck and thrusts into him, fast and hard, all thoughts of slow left far behind.

"Yes, fuck!" Orpheus shouts, clinging to Steve, moving with him as well as he can in this position.

Steve kisses his neck and growls in his ear, "Tell me how it feels."

"Perfect," Orpheus gasps. "It feels perfect. You feel...I feel yours."

Steve pulls back and looks at him, stunned. He whispers, "Mine?"

"Yes, yours." His legs tighten around Steve's waist. "When you take me like this...I know I'm yours."

"Sweetheart," Steve whispers and kisses him deeply, one hand thrust into his hair.

Orpheus groans into the kiss, fingernails raking across Steve's back.

[ooc: Just had to share this.]

Steve lays Orpheus on his back, trembling. "Ready for more?"

[ooc: Eee hee hee.]